She inhales a scent of memory
Old sweater that remembers the body it enfolded
Releasing comforting peace amid grief.
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Thinking of a character in a short story I’ve been crafting, today.
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Shawn L. Bird 
Beautiful.
Thanks, Jenny!
That is certainly evocative, and strangely poignant.
Thanks.
Those scents, on those items of clothing, were heaven-sent.
Yes.
Endearing… I still remember the smell of the particular tobacco my grandfather smoked in his pipe… It floods me with memories every time I get a whiff…
🙂 A rare gift these days, I’m sure.
My grandfather smoked cigars. He died when I was 7. I have no conscious memory of what the cigars smelled like exactly, but I would catch a whiff on the wind now and then through my childhood and think, “Oh, it smells like grandpere.” I haven’t thought of that in years. Thank you.
Excellent idea for keeping the creative ideas moving around. Keep writing!
Thanks, Nathan!